Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.